Memorial Day is not Veteran’s Day. All those who have served deserve our thanks, and I’m incredibly proud of my sweet husband and incredible friends, but today isn’t about them. As I sat watching the National Memorial Day Concert last year, I was brought to tears again and again, as they showed wives who will never kiss their husbands again, children who will never sit in their daddies’ laps, fathers who will never take their daughters to another baseball game, friends carrying their buddy’s casket out of the back of a C-17. Today is a day to remember those who never came home.
This life has given us more amazing friends and incredible aunts and uncles for Matthew and Mason. We have had the opportunity to know more selfless, brave men and women than we ever imagined possible. They walked out the door of their safe, warm homes, and went to a country that hated them and everything they stood for, for the sole purpose of protecting us and allowing us to live our comfortable lives. Some of them never came home, and I’m sure there will be more that we’ll grieve for in the years to come. That’s part of the risk you take in having the vast majority of those you care about serve, but it’s also one of the great honors of this life: to be able to share their stories and ensure that they’re never forgotten.
I’m proud to be the granddaughter of two veterans, and the wife of another. Today, though, isn’t about them. Today is about Brandon, and all the men and women like him, who gave their lives so that we could live free. Pray for their families and their friends, those who are missing them desperately today and every day. Today is for them.